Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: acotto@gate.net (Anthony Cotto)
Subject: Top Heavy ( breast, m/f, f/f )
Date: 16 Aug 1994 03:28:53 GMT
Expires: 9/10/94

			      Top Heavy
				  or
			 On the Job Benefits

	My wife, Karen, is a beautiful woman with a dynamite body.
The first thing men notice about Karen are her large breasts, which
are "E" cups and look out of proportion on her otherwise petite body.

	When I first met Karen, she was very much aware of the effect
her body had on men, and was embarrassed by it. Because of that, she
always wore baggy clothing which made her look overweight. She lacked
confidence in herself and her appearance.

	After we were married, I was slowly able to begin to change
the way she felt about herself. I complimented her when she was naked
and when she wore some of her less baggy clothes, and I always made a
point to compare her favorably to other women. As a result, Karen was
encouraged to wear tighter, more figure-revealing clothing. I always
bought her sexy things, including tops with plunging necklines,
stockings and garterbelts, high heels, tight skirts. Finally, I could
see a change taking place as her confidence was built. She began
aerobics and working out until, now, her body is tight and hard and
she loves being admired - even to the point of being an exhibitionist.

	I have always been open with Karen, supporting the change, and
even encouraging her to dress and act sexy. She says she can see in
my eyes how much I enjoy watching her look and act sexy and even flirt
with other guys. I admitted to her that I had fantasized about
watching her make love to another guy. Karen said her favorite
fantasy was about making love to several men at the same time, but she
said she could never go any further than flirting with me around. I
teased her and told her to just tell me all about her escapades when
they were over. And she did!

	Karen works for a large household discount business that has a
huge warehouse with a small sales area in the front. She's the only
woman worker, working at the service counter and also taking inventory
in the warehouse. This guy, Brad, was always grabbing at her and
feeling her ass and telling her how he wanted to "fuck her tits."
He's the owner's nephew, so there is no point in making a big deal out
of it.

	This morning, they were predicting temperatures and humidity
in the high nineties, and since the place isn't air-conditioned, Karen
dressed for work in a bra, summer top and short skirt. Brad opened
the place up and Karen was always early to get the counter ready.
Karen said she was making the coffee when, like a homing pigeon, Brad
came up behind her in the warehouse and grabbed her hips and pressed
his groin into her ass.

	This time, however, instead of pulling away as in the past,
Karen pressed herself back into him. Brad, not one to miss a cue,
brought both hands up around Karen to cup her breasts. As he massaged
her tits, Karen continued to grind against his crotch. Brad spun her
around and started to French kiss her as his hand made its way under
her skirt and down into her panties. His eager finger found her honey
pot and he started finger fucking her as he rubbed her clit with his
thumb. Karen said she was beside herself and losing all control as
she tried to catch her breath and could feel her heart beating wildly.

	Brad lifted her summer shirt completely off, unsnapped her
bra, and then stepped back for a moment to enjoy the sight of my
wife's massive, naked tits. Quickly, Brad began to suck and lick
Karen's hard nipples as he continued to finger her.

	When he pulled his head away and pushed down on her shoulders,
Karen knew what he wanted her to do, and didn't resist. She fell to
her knees, opened his zipper and let Brad gently guide his hard cock
into her mouth. He started to move back and forth, fucking her mouth
and running his cock over her tongue. Karen was so excited, she
started cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples. As Brad got
ready to shoot his load, he pulled his cock from her mouth and told my
wife to hold her tits together, and he shot his cum onto her tits and
watched it collect in her cleavage. Karen said she had an orgasm as
Brad's warm, sticky jizm hit her tits.

	Without waiting, Brad grabbed an old paint dropcloth, threw it
on the floor and motioned for Karen to lie back as he straddled her.
He pushed Karen's breasts together, around his semi-rigid cock, and
for the next few minutes, he fucked her tits until he shot another
load all over her neck and chest.

	Brad collapsed on top of my wife with a smile. "I can't
believe that this has happened!"

	"Well, it did, and that may not be the last time if your cock
has anything to do with it!" The both looked at his penis jerking
back to life again and laughed.

	Brad got up and said they were lucky not to get caught and
that they better get to work. As he ran off into the warehouse, he
grabbed Karen's bra and laughed, again. Karen sat up, looking for
something to clean Brad's cum with when she heard the door open. So,
she quickly rubbed the cum-juice into her tits (which she said made
her even hotter!) and pulled her thin top on.

	Embarrassed to be wearing such a thin top without a bra,
Karen's plight almost immediately became worse when the material stuck
to her sticky chest like a second skin. Blatantly stared at by the
rest of the guys she works with and her boss, Karen said she had to
take some pretty intense ribbing about her boobs. Then, when the
store opened, Karen had to work at the counter and she said she could
hardly keep her mind on her work as she was so aware of the almost all
male customers looking at her chest. It was so obvious to everyone
that she was braless, and with the heat and humidity and cum, Karen's
top was almost transparent, and she couldn't believe how hot her
exhibition was making her. She said she got so many offers to take
her to lunch, or dinner, or "whatever," she knew she looked like she
was advertising. She said that by the afternoon, she was even feeling
brave enough to bend over the counter and watch the men almost die at
her performance. Finally, by closing time, Karen was so horny that
when she saw Brad she begged him to screw her. He told her to meet
him in a certain corner in the back in five minutes.

	When Karen got back there, Brad had already arranged some
folding pads into a wide bed. Karen and Brad embraced, and then
started stripping each other. They were both so horny they couldn't
see straight! They positioned themselves in the sixty-nine position,
and just took off from there. Brad fucked my wife twice in the next
half hour and Karen said she had at least 3 orgasms. Finally, they
were both exhausted and Brad said he had to leave to get to a supplier
before it closed. He dressed and left.

	Karen lay there a few minutes, getting her strength back, and
then reached for her skirt. Out of what she thought was an empty
warehouse came a voice - "Not, yet, Karen. It's my turn." It was her
boss, Dave. He had apparently seen or heard her and Brad and watched
them fuck.

	Karen said she smiled at Dave and told him, "Okay, but I'm
beat. You'll have to do all the work."

	Dave began to drop his pants and said, "No problem."

	Karen told me that Dave fucked her for a long time before he
came and she had two more orgasms. Then they both dressed and locked
up. On the way out, Dave patted Karen's ass and told her he was
looking forward to tomorrow.

	When Karen got home, she was so excited, she could barely
talk. She said it wasn't exactly her dream of a bunch of guys all at
once, but who knows what will happen now, when word about last night
gets around at the store. She said she hoped I didn't mind, but she
could hardly wait for the next encounter.

	After dinner, Karen said she wants me to fuck her before she
showers, and then I could help her pick out what she's going to wear
to work, tomorrow.

	I could see how excited and happy she was. Of course, I love
her and that hasn't changed since hearing about her adventure,
tonight. The one thought I did have was maybe she could sneak me into
the warehouse so I could watch!

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